26 September 2018

SHE

She's the pompous
Thunderstorm,
Hauling high
In the sky.

I'm just a meek
Rustle of a leaf,
Lying by
A creek.

How should I conjure
Her mighty attention?
I'm just a muggle,
Knowing no incantations.

I can only beseech
For a sign from her.
Maybe; a glance.
A smile. That can

Ward off this
Dreary longing and
Spread a steady
Gleam on my face.

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